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The sensation of panic spreads through me even faster than the pain and my entire body starts to shake. My mind is beginning to catch up to what has happened to me physically, and I now know that I slipped, fell, and most likely broke my left arm and hit the back of my head in the process. My vision is still blurry as a result, and my arm is in so much pain now that I can barely breathe.
“Evan…” I mutter.
“What? What’s she saying?”
“She’s delirious! Call the ambulance! Now!”
“I did call the ambulance! They’re on their way!”
“Call again! There’s no time to lose!”
“I can’t call again! What would be the point of that? She’s not dying!”
“Evan … Call Evan … I want to … Evan … hospital…” I try to explain.
“She’s saying something! Shhh … Everyone, quiet! She’s saying something!” Jo demands.
“Is she talking about the damage to the store?” Mr. Doyle asks stupidly.
Jo looks at him with such rage that I’m positive she’s about to slap him across the mouth.
“Evan … I want to go to Evan’s hospital. Call Evan … Where is he?” I manage to say.
“Who is this Evan person? Will he pay for the damage?” Mr. Doyle asks again.
“There was no damage to your store! She slipped and broke her arm. What are you on about?” Larisa asks him.
I close my eyes, partly to get away from their bickering and the harsh fluorescent lights, and partly because the pain is so difficult to endure. But as I do, the image of Evan swims in my mind, and it’s very comforting.
I want to get to him.
Where is he?
Chapter Five
Evan
To say I’m disappointed in the way my conversation with Emmy went the other day would be an understatement. I’ve been constantly replaying the moment in my mind, wondering if there’s anything else I could have said, or done, differently. So far, Emmy seems determined to bury our discussion under layers of everyday routine, but I can’t shake the feeling that there’s more to explore between us.
The sun pours through the spotless windows of my office. I try to focus on the charts and paperwork that I need to fill out, but this morning’s work is proving to be even more boring than I anticipated. I take another sip of coffee—it tastes bitter and cheap, thanks to the vending machine in the hospital hallway that doesn’t dispense anything better.
Suddenly, a strange pain courses through my chest. It’s as if an icy claw has suddenly gripped my heart and refuses to let go, squeezing more and more until I can hardly breathe.
I get up and try to move around, convinced it’s just a spasm, but the pain in my heart refuses to relent. “I need to stop drinking this cheap coffee, it’s going to kill me. This and the stress … not to mention the twenty-four hour shifts.” I mutter to myself, blaming the pain I’m feeling on the caffeine.
But it’s a strange type of pain, one that I’ve never experienced before.
Out of nowhere.
My head grows a little dizzy, and the fluorescent lights bother me as well. I can’t comprehend what I’m feeling, and I think about asking for a second opinion from one of my colleagues.
As I’m about to leave my office, the pain disappears just as suddenly as it appeared. “That was so weird. I need to get more sleep,” I say to myself, trying to settle back behind the desk and work.
Knock. Knock.
“Dr. Davis? You’re needed in the emergency room, sir. A patient with a broken arm,” the nurse tells me.
“Alright. I’ll be there in two minutes.”
